Loved by the Villain
Only one of them is working.
“There you are,” a familiar voice sneers behind me.
I turn instantly.
The guy with brunette hair is holding a pistol in his right hand.
“There is nowhere else to go, blondie,” he smirks, but doesn’t aim at me.
I don’t waste a second and run toward the rusted staircase, ascending as quickly as possible, hoping to escape, only to get caught by the bald guy at the end of the stairs.
The second I turn around, he grabs me roughly by my hair, pulling me to himself and causing me to wince in pain. “You really thought you could get away from us?” he scoffs in my face as he takes a few steps forward, and I step backwards.